I keep my blog as a personal record of what I'm up to, which might be seen as working towards "An elegant sufficiency, content, retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, ease and alternate labour, useful life". I'm certainly not there yet. There is quite some way to go!

Jun 9

Jun 9 Hopeless

Put me anywhere near an ink pen and I am immediately covered in the stuff. My inky fingers were such a mess yesterday afternoon and however hard I scrubbed, wouldn’t come clean. I ought to have thought about the fact that I was “on show” last night before I got my pens out!

To think, I was ink monitor at school. At the age of eight, I was given a large bottle of blue Quink and every morning, I went around every desk in my primary school classroom and topped up each inkwell. My teacher allowed me to keep a stick of chalk in my pocket too, in case I overfilled one of them. The chalk soaked up the excess ink quickly and no damage was done. It also came in handy for a game of hopscotch at playtime in the schoolyard.

We’ve talked about how quickly life changes recently. We grew up in a different world, didn’t we?

Update on 2012-06-09 16:42 by Gill Thomas

Dorothy, they're Pilot Parallel Pens. I've had them for ages and like them very much. I'm glad to see they're still made.